Poor Squiggle and Pixie were sick this morning. It started with Pixie, who announced in a panicky voice from her highchair, “I’ve been sick”. Which I knew anyway from the rich sound effect that accompanied it. Still, nice of her to provide confirmation.
Afterwards, Squiggle wrapped herself up in her pink fleecy blanket in front of the television, while Pixie went to bed and fell asleep for over two hours.
Both made a miraculous recovering in time for roast dinner and pear and almond pudding.